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It was now nighttime and everyone was gathered around the large fire pit. Spyro could tell that Hunter didn't feel all so comfortable being out in front of everyone like this, but he went through it okay. Spyro began to notice the scornful glares from Prowlus again. Even though that they weren't directed to him, they still made him uneasy. Even with the laughter and chatter of others, he was still frightened by the sight of something like that. Spyro just knocked his mind off of it and decided to join the laughter of everyone else.

"Your faith in your mother is your weakness…" One of the other cheetahs said to Meadow.

"What?"

"I said, yo mama is so ugly she put the 'ug' in 'ugnog.'" Despite how stupid it sounded, everyone…including Meadow…laughed.

"Yo mamma so big that not even sheets could cover her!" Alright, so no one laughed at that.

"Does that even make sense?"

"It means that she's like a mattress. If sheets don't fit over a mattress…"

"Yo mamma fight…" Hunter said, making everyone laugh again.

"YO MAMMA WAS A HAMASTER AND YOUR FATHER REEKED OF ELDEBERRIES!!" Meadow said as if he were drunk, which wasn't too far from the truth. Actually, scratch that. He was drunk.

"Guys, I'll be right back." Spyro said through his laughter. He walked behind Hunter, but accidentally stepped on his friend's tail. Hunter literally JUMPED in the air and did a really loud, "MEERAW!" Kind of thing. You know when a cat does that really high-pitch 'meow' thing? Think of like…meeeoooaaarrr! Oh, whatever. It just sounded funny.

But he screamed, "MEERAW!" and jumped at least five feet in the air and landed on all fours. Well, err…sort of. Spyro yelped in surprise along with everyone else at the quick performance.

"Whoa, dude. You…meowed." Sparx said before bursting out in laughter.

"Never step on my tail. It causes me to scream like that." Spyro just joined in with the laughter.

"Hey, you want to know what else makes Hunter meow?" A random cheetah said, then pulled on Hunter's tail. It didn't step on it; he pulled it. Hunter did a soft, but very high-pitch, "Meow." Although it sounded more like, "Meew?" Sort of…use your imagination.

"Let go of my tail." Hunter said sternly, only to get a bunch of laughter from everyone else. The poor cat clung onto his tail and tried not to laugh. His 'meows' always sounded hysterical!

Hours later, when everybody was asleep, Prowlus walked outside and glared over at Hunter's hut. He knew that inside, he had his two favorite little dragons, Spyro and Cynder, somehow under the covers in the bed with him. Somehow he would make them fit…and the only way how he could actually sleep good is when there's something that relates to a dragon inside. Hence the dragons statues and paintings…and necklaces…whatever.

Inside of the hut, Hunter started dreaming. Spyro was wrapped up in his arms as if he were hugging him, and Cynder was in the same embrace with Spyro, so the three of them were together, sleeping peacefully. Small whimpers like a puppy were coming from Hunter as his chest jolted with each one. His paws were twitching, along with his tail and ears. Spyro and Cynder were completely unaware of the movements.

Prowlus grabbed his ax and looked in through Hunter's window. When he saw that he did have the two dragons with him, he just sighed and made his way back to his hut. "I'll kill you later." He said to himself.

Once the morning came, Hunter, Spyro, and Cynder were the first to awake, and the first to come out of their hut. The sun was barely even up, and Cynder was barely even awake. She kissed Spyro lightly and went back into the hut to sleep for a little while more on Hunter's bed.

"Hunter, there's something I need to ask you."

"You can ask me anything, my friend. I might not always have the answer." He smiled warmly at the purple dragon as they walked around the village.

"Did you know anyone by the Cindy?" Hunter's smile vanished instantly.

"Prowlus told you, didn't he?"

"He did." Hunter sighed.

"My friend, the reason why I would leave at nighttime was because Cindy, Prowlus' daughter, wanted to go through the forest. I took her out there whenever she wanted to. She trusted me more than her own father. So I would take her out into the forest, and we would do whatever we felt like in there. But then one day, I went out into the forest with her and we were attacked by apes. I know that you defeated the apes, Spyro, but this was before you even set out on your quest, I'm sure. I tried to protect her, but I didn't have any other weapon other than myself. So I got covered and stained with blood of the apes, but when I finally got to Cindy, I tried to carry her away, but I didn't realize at the moment that she was dead. They drove me off and I was forced to leave Cindy behind. I ran back to the village and I told Chief Prowlus, but he didn't listen. He had gone into a state of depression and wasn't out of it for weeks. Then he blamed me for it, and said that I killed her, but I didn't. I protested against what he said, but soon he turned the entire village on me. The only one who refused to believe what Prowlus was saying was Meadow."

Spyro was silent for a while. He could just tell, by the sound of Hunter's voice, that he wasn't lying. Hunter was too wise and faithful to lie. He wouldn't do that.

"So Prowlus was lying?"

"That's part of it. But he has a great reason to believe so." Hunter wiped a few tears from his eyes. "It's been years now, and the village began to forgive me, but I am greatly surprised that they didn't force me out of the village. Or worse…kill me."

Spyro stopped right in his tracks.

"Kill you?"

"They would have. And it wouldn't have been quick and painless. They would have either tied me to a stake and burn me, or crucified me. If none of those, then they would have drowned me."

"But…why not something so quick though? Hanging wasn't an option?"

"If they hung me then it would have been quick, but thankfully, they didn't do any of that. I just remained here."

"But why not something quick?"

"Prowlus believes that if one is sentenced to death then they should suffer a terrible death as a punishment. Either burning, drowning, or crucifying."

"But how could that last one kill you?"

"Exposure to elements…but you would also be suffocating because being liked that, hanging suspended from the ground, you can't seem to catch your breath for some odd reason. I don't know why…." Hunter started trembling and shook his wings a little bit. "Anyway, do you think that you could…teach me how to fly?"

"How to fly? But…okay." Spyro smiled.

While Spyro and Hunter were gone, this was happening.

With his windows covered and very little light, Prowlus just laid down on his bed and thought. "I'm just going to kill him…no matter what. I'm going to avenge my daughter. I love you Cindy…and now because of him you're dead. I should have burned him at the stake years ago."

When the sun was high, Spyro and Hunter returned to the village, very, very unsuccessful. Hunter didn't' learn how to fly. In fact, he didn't even glide. He just fell. No lift, no gain, no gliding, he just fell like a rock. So he was hurting and pretty darn sore, and was using Spyro as some sort of balancing thing. He couldn't really do much after that.

But while they were gone, Hunter had learned how to put his wings 'away,' meaning, he had learned to somehow put his wings into his back. With much concentration, and words of wisdom and advice from Spyro, something just came to him and he learned how to 'take-out' and 'put-away' his wings. He liked it when they were out; they cooled him down whenever they caught a gust of wind, but he decided to keep them in his back this time.

So he just failed pathetically at flying. He learned how to hide-to-show his wings, and how to move them into the correct positions. So that's one thing down…

So now his wings are in his back, and it looks as if they're not even there. That was the amazing thing. No sign whatever of wings…the only thing that looks different is the fact that he has a scaly tail and awkward-looking feet.

But when they came back to the village, well, the rather unexpected happened.

Spyro and Hunter felt something hit the sides of their heads, and they fell to the ground, knocked unconscious.

The purple dragon was carried away and Hunter was dragged to a thick pole, laying there unconscious. They sat him upright and put his hands behind his back, tying them with rope and then tying that around the pole, leaving him trapped. Spyro was put in a cage and put next to the pole that measured about four feet in diameter. Cynder was also in a cage opposite of Spyro, and was beginning to wake up.

They found a use for Sparx and put him in a lantern.

Now that Hunter was unconscious and trapped, he was completely vulnerable.

"Muzzle the dragons." Prowlus commanded. They did so, and put it in such a fashion as to where they could not just simply slip off. It would really take quite some effort just to get it off.

When Hunter finally began to awaken, he tried to move his hands around, only to realize that they were behind his back and tied up. When he heard Prowlus speaking, he decided that perhaps it's best that he remained quiet. He shut his eyes again and just listened closely.

"You know for sure that he killed her?"

"Yes. I will kill him…tonight. Along with his pet dragons as well." That was Prowlus' voice. Then he heard someone stepping close to him. He shot his eyes opened and looked up in panic, only to see Meadow there with his hands behind his back and two other cheetahs having a firm grip on his arms. Meadow was…crying.

"I'm gonna miss you, Hunter." Hunter wasn't able to anything more. He was dragged away out of their sight.

"Meadow…." Hunter whispered, his ears going down flat against his head. "They're not going to kill you…they can't."

"Hunter, good. You're awake." Prowlus said in a deep voice as he approached Hunter. "Tonight you will pay for killing my daughter."

"What? I…didn't kill her, Prowlus…."

"You've been saying that for years, and all what you've been is just a kitten."

"I was once a kitten put not anymore, Chief Prowlus. What are you going to do to Meadow?" Prowlus just looked at him.

"You know, Hunter, I normally either drown, burn, or crucify those who are given the death penalty."

It was just that moment that Spyro and Cynder started to awake.

"In your case, I'm going to torture you to death. You took away that thing that I love most. Now you're going to regret that you even did that."

"The only reason why I went away at nighttime with your daughter was because I had promised her at a point that she would see a dragon. We would go out there in the forest, but one day we were attacked by the dark forces. I tried to rescue your daughter, not kill her. When I actually managed to get to Cindy, she had already been killed. I was going to bring her back, but I was driven away." Prowlus just looked at him.

"You die tonight, Hunter. Make sure that you say hello to Malefore for me."

"Dude, Hunter didn't kill you stupid daughter." Sparx said suddenly from the lantern that he was caged in. "More than likely it was those stupid apes. Trust me, I know. I was captured by one before and then Spyro had to bust in and get me out. Actually it was more like flame me out…he nearly torched me, man. You instead of flippin' over something like that, try to do something a lot more worthwhile. And besides, Spyro and Cynder saved your scaly little tails. Hunter did too since he was the one who led us to the Dragon City, which is how we managed to get to the friggin' Destroyer. So shut up, will you?"

Everyone just fell silent.

Little long. In fact, it's about three pages on Word Processor.

Hope you enjoyed it!

Next chapter coming up soon! ;)